sundays are for sleeping in.
so, I slept in. and proceeded to wake up starving. with panera on the brain.
I got up. partially engaged in my morning routine [teeth brush, face wash, etc]. I then stopped thinking about my appearance and only about bagels. headband on, yoga pants, tank with bra straps exposed, no make-up ..I ventured out in public. looking like this:
[warning: every single window was down, but my hair was like that without wind].
I saw my reflection in the dunkin donuts drive thru window [our iced coffee stop] and was honestly frightened ..and shocked.
“you look like a crazy lady”.
“you actually look like you just got done working out. which you definitely did not, unless you count getting out of bed”.
welp, these are the times when I feel for celebrities. you have to get fully ready before your sunday morning bagel run OR suffer the consequence [your “fresh out of bed” look splashed on the front page of magazines]. ouch!!
if I was a celebrity, this would be in US Weekly today:
“fashion faux pas: was it worth it?“
duh, it was panera :)
thank goodness for not running into a single person I knew that morning. for not taking my shades off once. and for not being a celebrity.
[the day did involve a shower. no need to worry. it just took place AFTER my coffee & bagel].
and cheers to being shameless :)